Nasty, Brutish, and Short
Evil Flash Fiction by Patrick M. Tracy

A Tyrant’s Whim

By Patrick M. Tracy

“Remind me of the man’s name,” the tyrant said. It was noon, and he had yet to fully embrace the day. He brought a cup to his lips, sipping spice tea mixed with wine. A naked servant woman mopped his brow with a cool towel.

His functionary, Chalbard, squinted at the scroll in his hands. The man’s eyes were failing. It would be a shame to have to replace him, but the time drew nigh.

“Meloe Jas, Majesty,” Chalbard informed at last. “He’s to be consumed by tigers.”

The tyrant sighed. “Not today.”

“Very good, Majesty. I’ll inform the executioners.”

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3 Responses to “A Tyrant’s Whim”

  1. Short and sweet, or—–maybe sweet is the wrong word. ‘T’is a wee bit evil, methinks!

  2. That was an excellent post today. You make it look so easy. Thanks so much for sharing it.
    I really enjoyed reading it very much. You have a wonderful day!

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  3. Tyranny seems such an awesome burden.


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